The pretty girl who plays with people's feelings is going to be severely punished.

His high, straight nose bridge fit perfectly into the indentation at the top of his leg, with zero tolerance, as if this spot was created specifically for him to bury in this way.

The narrow piece of fabric was constantly pressed between my thighs, making it stuffy and slightly damp. Taking a deep breath, a scent—whether it was laundry detergent or something else—rushed straight into my brain from my nostrils.

It makes people dizzy.

"Don't push your luck." Yu Lian never expected him to do this so suddenly, and she grabbed his bangs to try and pull his head away.

He didn't care that his scalp ached from being pulled by his hair; he treated his face like a metal drill, relentlessly drilling until both sides of his face were covered by soft, greasy thigh flesh before stopping.

He was buried so deep that he completely blocked any gaps in his ability to breathe fresh air. The feeling of suffocation rose up, and he couldn't even utter the words, "My wife is an assassin; she actually tried to assassinate her husband with her penis."

"Get up." Even though they were so close, Yu Lian didn't dare to spread her legs, afraid he would think she was inviting him. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she moved her leg and kicked him without any politeness. "I came here to play games. If you keep acting like a jerk, I'm going home."

His head finally moved, and he raised his handsome face, which looked disheveled, to look at her. His light blonde hair was a mess, and the area around his lips was chafed red from the rough denim fabric.

"You do your thing, I'll just crawl under the table and not bother you."

This was a rare moment of humanity from Jiang Shaoheng; he was even willing to negotiate. However, Yu Lian was ungrateful and rebuked him, "Can't you have any dignity? What are you doing crawling under the table?"

"Eat *, what else can you do?" Jiang Shaoheng knelt on one knee and stood on the other, looking at her from the bottom up with his eyes raised.

His tone was also very bad.

"You just said you wanted to ride it, and now you're going to back out, huh?"

As he spoke, he placed one hand on her thigh to prevent her from running away, his fingers pressing down into her thigh to create a hollow.

He had to make Yu Lian understand that people have to be responsible for their words. She couldn't just say she was going to ride a mount and then suddenly decide not to, as if she were playing an online game where you could summon a mount with a single click.

You must have a handful with every meal.

That means he'd accept losing his dignity; he could forgo dignity, but he couldn't resist eating. Besides, this place was already number one on his must-eat list, along with Yu Lian's lips, neck, collarbone, thighs, and fleshy fingers…

I wish I could suck her into a mango pit.

"Do you listen to every word I say? Why didn't you leave when I told you to?

Yu Lian retorted, thinking he was exaggerating.

What's the point of crawling under the table? If he really crawls under it, how is she supposed to play games? She'll definitely miss shots, and she won't be able to accept losing the game.

You should kick him like crazy under the table, with the intention of making him perish along with the game.

He started to have ulterior motives: "Since you want it so badly... then post it on your WeChat Moments and ask for likes, saying that you... can't post my name, and ask your friends and family to like it to help you. If you get fifty or five hundred likes within a minute, I'll agree."

"So what? I can't possibly agree to that so easily. People don't cherish things that are too easily obtained..."

Jiang Shaoheng laughed in anger.

I don't know where Yu Lian gets so many torturous ideas, they keep coming up one after another, they're practically out of her league. Anyone who can endure all this and continue to be her lapdog must be a top-notch dog, a superior dog, a show-quality dog.

It just so happens that he is.

Jiang Shaoheng slowly straightened up. Looking at her smug and silly expression, she was probably certain that he would be too embarrassed to post it.

He really didn't want to post it.

It's not important whether it's embarrassing or not; what if someone sees the post on WeChat Moments and starts fantasizing about Yu Lian? Even if the name isn't posted, some gossipy people will still wonder who it could be.

You're not allowed to even think about it.

"OK."

He readily agreed, not even giving Yu Lian time to feel smug. He grabbed his phone with one hand and started typing rapidly.

Yu Lian looked at him with suspicion, afraid that he would really go crazy and start a fight. She looked down at his screen, but he pressed her forehead with one finger and wouldn't let her look.

"Are you really going to post this?" She gripped his fingers, truly in awe of him, feeling that anyone who dared to post something like this on social media was capable of murder.

"Alright." The more anxious she became, the calmer he became. He bent down and pried her fingers off one by one, then put the phone in her hand, teasing her with his tone.

"Can 150 likes be enough for three meals?"

Yu Lian stared at the densely packed initial avatars on the screen and her vision went black.

Forgot that the homeowner had a magical device.

Pei Shaoyuan stopped outside the villa.

He waited for over an hour tonight without receiving a reply from Yu Lian, who disappeared without even saying goodbye.

He was certainly not the kind of man who would stare at a woman so intently that she wouldn't have a chance to breathe. He also had his own life, and he only came to the villa to prove that she was asleep.

He pulled his baseball cap low, looking like a thief, and his sunglasses and mask completely covered his face. A four-pointed star earring dangled from his earlobe beneath his hair, swaying gently.

He's recently taken a liking to wearing these dangling earrings; if he shakes them even slightly, Yu Lian's attention will be drawn to them like a cat seeing a cat toy.

Looking up, Yu Lian's room light was off.

The power grid is also gray.

"No power...?" Unable to believe what he was seeing, he hooked his sunglasses off with one finger and tentatively poked the electric grid with the temple of the sunglasses.

He didn't die.

He casually twirled the sunglasses between his fingers twice, then didn't put them back on. His expression wasn't one of joy, but of wariness.

Is this a test?

Similar to the squid game, see if he'll be greedy and try to climb again.

The mastermind was probably hiding behind the window, waiting to electrocute him the moment he climbed up.

It's not that he's a conspiracy theorist, but after he kissed Yu Lian last time, that guy's expression was like he had no future.

Thinking too much is useless. Pei Shaoyuan casually put his sunglasses and mask into his pocket and pressed the visitor bell on the villa's front door.

No one came out.

The intercom beeped once, and that guy's voice came through. Even though the sound quality was distorted, you could tell that his tone was quite cold.

"Yu Lian left with someone."

"The one in front."

Yu Lian tossed her denim shorts haphazardly onto another empty chair, her hands trembling as she clicked the mouse, but couldn't find the Valorant icon for a long time.

To make things easier, she only sat on the very edge of the chair, with little support for her back, which made her feel like she might fall over at any moment, and made her even more nervous.

More sensitive.

The faint grunts and whimpers were barely audible; she was deliberately holding back. Outside, the little pig was stubbornly scratching at the door with its hooves, making her feel guilty for setting a bad example for the pig.

I couldn't help but let out a louder sound on the last note.

Jiang Shaoheng raised his head; the lower half of his face was completely wet, and his hair was messy and spiky.

"Didn't you say you were going to play games? Why aren't you playing? Or do you think I'm more fun?" His question sounded more like a boast, his lips were unnaturally red, and a drop of blood slid down his jawline and landed on the floor.

Yu Lian was finally able to lean back completely in her seat, feeling a sore back and needing a while to recover. She didn't have the energy to scold him or ask him what the meaning of life was anymore.

He sat down next to her, squeezing into her chair, and gently rubbed her still twitching belly.

It was rare for me to use a sweet, cloying voice to coax her.

"Okay, it's just a game. How about your husband plays with you in a bit?"

Yu Lian came here to play games, and it would be a loss not to play. She didn't refuse him, but used her fingers to push his face away from hers, afraid that it would touch her.

"Go wash your face, don't get it on me."

The rosy blush on her cheeks hadn't faded, and her eyelashes, damp from the heat, weren't as curled anymore, drooping long at the corners of her eyes, making her look inexplicably aggrieved.

Jiang Shaoheng rubbed her a few more times to make sure she was really alright. He stood up, his gray hoodie covered in dark and light stains, a stark contrast to his radiant face.

"Not just on faces, they're everywhere."

He lifted his shirt to show her, revealing his thin abs glistening with sweat under the light. Before Yu Lian could look at him more than a few times, he lowered his hand and affectionately pinched her cheek.

"I only need five or ten minutes to take a shower."

The e-sports room only had a toilet, not a shower. He opened the door and left, not letting QQ Sausage in, and used his foot to drive away the little pig that was trying to squeeze in.

Yu Lian nestled in the chair for a while before finally waking up from her heavy eyelids and reaching for her phone.

A message notification popped up.

"Rabies: Open the door."